1. |
Petrified Forest
05:22
|
|
||
The wreckage of the past
Strewn about like shards of glass
Walking barefoot within my caste
My entrails are my bondage
Drinking black coffee in a diner on the edge of town
Sitting with my demons, silent treatment, not a sound
At night I’ll come out like a full moon
Watch the planet die and go back to my room
Sing in the forest at night
The tempo set by your racing pulse
The canopies block out the sunlight
The water reflects back a sunken-eyed stranger
A model student of underwater breathing
Swimming in a rancid petrie dish
Meatflower blooming in a poppy field
A vital link in a community of ghosts
Sex sells violence
Violence rules the world
But the world is ungovernable
Sex sells violence
Violence rules the world
But the world is ungovernable
How does it smell to you?
It smells like death to me
How does it smell to you?
It smells like shit to me
Sing in the forest at night
The tempo set by your racing pulse
The canopies block out the sunlight
The water reflects back a sunken-eyed stranger
|
||||
2. |
WMD
05:10
|
|
||
Hide in a contrived identity
Indulge your violent cravings
Eye to screen
Your country is lost
To the fallacy of sunken cost
Rental property
Blood from a stone
You’ll reap what they sow
Shield them from the elements
While they enjoy the fucking show
Pay up to the collector
What else do you got?
The promise of a protector
Leaving your defenses to rot
Sell your body as a machine
For the oligarchs, fascist libertines
It feels so lonely
Because we’re all alone
Competing for money
In the danger zone
Blood from a stone
You’ll reap what they sow
Shield them from the elements
While they enjoy the fucking show
Pay up to the collector
What else do you got?
The promise of a protector
Leaving your defenses to rot
National injector
Leaving your senses to rot
All is legal
For the ruling class
Jam the rule of law
Up your ass
Pull back the mask
Is it a face you recognize
Take a look
Through your new transplanted eyes
Take a hammer to the walls
Of your happy home
Tear the copper out
Sell it off to keep the fire warm
US of A is the WMD
US of A is the WMD
US of A is the WMD
US of A is the WMD
|
||||
3. |
Godot Arrives
04:18
|
|
||
You could’ve been anything
You could’ve been anyone
Surprise, surprise
You turned out to be a dick
A soulless, spine-free prick
You got me questioning my faith in humanity
You got me questioning my mental integrity
Oh, it’s been alright these days
On the mend, feeling light these days
Suddenly just last night
Seems my bedroom wall has grown an eye
It blinks and leaks
Into the floorboards
I start to think
There’s something wrong with me
Between the slaughterhouses, the labor camps
Another weapons contract rubber stamped
It seems human depravity knows no bounds
Lookin’ like Gregor in my bed
Feelin’ like White Sands in my head
You’re Henry Murray, I’m cousin Ted
And you’re crawling into my head
With the constant sound
Of the screaming cows
And now the tearing seams
Of the straightjacket
As I wait for Godot to arrive
As I wait for Godot to arrive
Don’t offer me healing Just let me explode
While you get put out to pasture and shot down by those
Who don’t even have thoughts of their own
No they don’t even have thoughts of their own
No they don’t even have thoughts of their own
And when Godot arrives
All the tribute acts must die
When Godot arrives
All the tribute acts must die
|
||||
4. |
Radio Silence
04:06
|
|
||
Here I stand
Back against the trees
Broken heart of the 21st century
Stitched upon my worn sleeve
I grieve for sincerity
The hands of the clock pray at midnight
And something just doesn’t sit right
In the indifference of the starlight
Here I remain, purely out of spite
I think we’re dead
But don’t know it yet
It’s not difficult to tell
We’re right here in hell
Once again, unceremoniously
They all gravitate away from me
No longer concerned with my crimes
They just wanna spoil my good time
The hands of the clock pray at midnight
The hands of the clock got me in their sights
I think we’re dead
But don’t know it yet
It’s not difficult to tell
We’re right here in hell
I think we’re dead
But don’t know it yet
It’s not difficult to tell
We’re right here in hell
|
||||
5. |
Cadillac Crash
03:30
|
|
||
6. |
Running Away In Heels
04:25
|
|
||
Footsteps on the cold floor
Casting shadow runes
The labored sigh of a swinging door
My mind is consumed
Your iris glows with fire
Flicks an eyelash and recoils
I watch the flames grow higher
I catch the stinging scent of burning oil
A ceiling fan spins the room
Somewhere, water drips in time
Through a window shines a bitter moon
Bars of light, like neon lines
Try to suppress the dark
The grows inside
Escape into a dream
It comes along for the ride
Don’t wanna understand
Don’t wanna be a brand
Don’t wanna waste
A moment in the sun
It seems normal to the rest
Must be me I guess
Feel the spirit drain
I feel guilty when you’re kind to me
Our manner is beyond reproach
We eat everything we steal
As the psychopomps approach
We run away in heels
|
||||
7. |
Aurora Borealis
07:11
|
|
||
There must be more than this
Each day a recurring dream
Each dream cries out into the endless
Dress the skies in green
As the light grows
So do the shadows
As the light grows
We always move away from here
Never been a place to be missed
The stars above fall with our tears
Still the blood flows through our wrists
The Fates have a stranglehold on me
Each night they choke me to sleep
Leave my body behind and drift in between the seams
Dress the skies in green
As the light grows
So do the shadows
As the light grows
We always move away from here
Never been a place to be missed
The stars above fall with our tears
Still the blood flows through our wrists
We always move away from here
Never been a place to be missed
The stars above fall with our tears
Still the blood flows through our wrists
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Monty O'Blivion, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp